I go weak in the knees thinking about his mother and her grief, and a white-hot rage kindles in my belly at the idea that the school failed to address his mother’s concerns.
This child was eleven and believed that it was better to end his own life than to endure bullying at school.
Punkin’ Pie is eleven. I’m sending an email to her principal and her teacher to see if I can put together an awareness program in time for the National Day of Silence.
There but for the grace of the Goddess….